I have no confidence;
I hate my reflection;
How can I face you,
When I’m too afraid of a mirror
There’s nothing good to see here,
So why would I want to show you?
What you don’t want to see;
What you pretend doesn’t happen.
I don’t think it’s true,
But not entirely false:
You like that I make it easy
To put me second.
I’m tired of you lying to yourself
Then calling me the dishonest one.
I Am honest.
I want you
You say you want me
But honestly you don’t
If you wanted me, you could take me
That’s what it means to really want:
To take it when you have the chance
So don’t lie to me and say you want me.
You like the idea of me
But you want something I can’t give you.
I’m upset.
Not because you’re not with me.
I have your love.
That’s all I need.
I’m upset.
Because you don’t actually want me.
Not because of your love for him,
But because of your pride in yourself.
I’m not upset
If you do happily love him,
But I won’t lose to an ego
That doesn’t care about your happiness.